"Meeping… Gibbering… Meeping…"
Inside the silent morgue, Gu Jun's hands pressed heavily against the edge of the autopsy table. A low and strange whispering kept channeling into his mind. It was unclear where it came from, but it was getting louder, like phantoms sharing their conspiracies with him.
"Leave him." Wu Siyu stopped everyone from approaching Gu Jun. She knew the signs. The illusion was coming. "He needs to do this. Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on him."
